Inside the gathering place of the Saint Sect disciples. After meeting with the group of True Disciples, Lu Yang naturally did not hold back, getting straight to the point and revealing the intelligence he had obtained from Guangming. Chongming's expression turned grave after he heard this.
"To think we've been surrounded."
On the other hand, Xu Xin was not surprised in the least. Instead, he wore an expression that said this was to be expected.
"I knew those Pure Land pigs and Dao Court dogs had teamed up again."
Chongming was still puzzled.
"But how could Father not have foreseen something like this?"
"Perhaps he didn't expect that you, young master, would fail to see something so obvious."
"You!"
Xu Xin and Chongming glared at each other once again. The two of them were a microcosm of the two major factions among the Saint Sect's True Disciples, with neither side holding the other in high regard.
"The answer is simple. Daoist Master Chongguang doesn't care at all. After all, from the very beginning, the key to winning this War for the Dao was never in our hands."
At this point, Xu Xin turned to Lu Yang again and asked respectfully, "The True Monarch's treasure of the Dao fruit, I presume it's in your hands, Daoist Master?"
"It is indeed in my hands."